“Isaac?”
“I only need a minute. I’m taking Summer home with me to recover. For a couple months.”
“And if you could just read this. I don’t want to leave her alone too long.”
[she hands him an envelope, and turns to go]
[the outer page is slightly stiff letterhead, ‘from the Desk of Winter Rainault’ all formal at the top]
Isaac,
Summer begged me to get this to you. I told her I’d try, but I couldn’t promise her you would actually read it. Any of it. I don’t know what’s in hers, but I thought you should know: it wasn’t you. Whatever’s going on, what happened with you was just the last tiny thing that broke her. She won’t talk about the other thing yet. If you know anything about it, whatever it is, I’d really appreciate it if you let me know.
If it’s not a problem, I’d also appreciate it if you could just swing by her apartment a couple times and make sure everything is all right. I’m asking a lot from someone who I barely know and who hates my sister, but you’re the only person I’ve met in this town and you seem trustworthy enough.
Winter
[the inner page is a lighter, pastel, girlish kind of paper. it smells of gardenias, and a piece of lapis lazuli is enclosed]
Corasson meyo,
I have no right. I never had any right.
I was wrong. I’m sorry. [tearblots]-ay such horrible things, and I can’t fix this. I can’t fix this now.
I wanted to save you from yourself. I was wrong. The person that I see when I look at you, I wanted everyone to be able to see that person. I love you, [tearblots]l always love you.
Please remember that, after you’ve pushed away everything about me. Please remember I loved you, I believed in you, and be strong.
Goodbye